Dear Maeve,
Not much is going on.
I'm not sure if I can keep writing these. Dr.Kit said it's a good thing to help keep my mind off you. But she doesn't know that I'm writing them to you.
I think I understand how you felt the last couple of days that you lived beside me. Like you were drowning in the middle of a dried up desert, with hundreds of people walking by and telling you to just get up and walk it off. It just doesn't work like that. But they don't understand. They don't know what's wrong. And they never will, until it's too late.
I miss you.
Love, Grace.
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Dear Maeve,
Teen FictionDear Maeve, I really miss you. Grade eight is ending soon. Graduation is next Tuesday. I'm really nervous. I don't know what I'm going to do without you, my best friend, living next door. I wish our plans for highschool were still intact. But it's h...
